In the back of my mind, I was also of the same opinion. But when you think with a dick in your hand, how can you think straight?!Then I asked her: How...many fingers were there in your pussy.It was impulsive. I didn’t get a reply from her till 2 minutes. For the first minute, the adrenaline rush was so high that I didn’t think much. But as the seconds were ticking on, the same nervousness started coming up.I didn’t know what to message.Me: Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you this. We should have. Evil. Villain. Super. They’re naïve concepts of childhood. Annabelle, real or not, pushed me to that realization. And Wendigo’s tantalizing monologue is a syrupy sweet sermon of poisonous, perverse truth.Warm hands make their way up my thighs. I look down. Laila looks up, eyes imploring. Good? Bad? Was the Laila on the rooftop my Laila? Or is the Laila kneeling at my feet, my prick in her hands, the real one? Is there something in the middle?Glass breaks and Wendigo inhales the cylinder’s. As I looked across at the elderly gentleman who had by now finished cleaning his cock and was busy fingering the passenger showing me her grey haired pussy for the first time. He kept taking his fingers out of her snatch and drinking in her juices, how I wanted my tongue in her cunt. She never stopped sucking on my hardon. It was then that the most satisfying feeling hit me, her fingers that were up my shitter obviously hit my thickly spot and I could feel the rush of my cum forcing itself from. As I made it down the driveway back onto thesidewalk, I was suddenly embraced in a hug by an unknown figure. I feltafraid at first, but the fear evaporated when I realized who washugging me."There you are, Max! We were so worried about you!" Laurie exclaimedwhile simultaneously trying to catch her breath. "She's over here,guys! I found her!"Darren and Raffi quickly jogged up and were similarly out of breath."Didn't you get any of our calls or texts?" Darren asked."And what were you doing over.